The Crybabies

We are all crybabies in one way or another. When we complain, we are being crybabies because we do not have the direct ability to change the things we are complaining about. When we are sad, we are being crybabies, because we are telling ourselves that we deserve better. Even when we are the Prime Minister we are being crybabies, because we have absolutely no balls to do anything significant, and are basically some loser who was miraculously made the PM and is now about to lose his seat, so complains about everyone, including the ministers of his very own government.

A courageous person is someone who moves beyond complaining to doing something. I complain about dirty water—do I have the balls to try to change it?

[Lots of other rambling that probably won’t make sense because I need to wake up early tomorrow and I am way beyond midnight]

So anywho, babies seem to be scared of me. I make funny faces, I jump around like a monkey to entertain them, I even take their pictures and show them the pic to ask if they like it, and they are still scared of me. They want to go to their mommies and eat spicy pickles, and try to steal from my plate when I’m eating.  Hey dumbaby, where were you when I actually cared about you? I am so over you. Don’t come to me ever again, k?

But babies are cute. I go to them again, and do stupidly surprisingly things, so they get interested in finding out what crazy act I will do next, and stop crying. Sometimes I jump, sometimes I make  irritating noises, pretending it’s a song I just reinvented, and sometimes I mimic them till they are so bugged that they start crying again.

That is where it always ends. ALWAYS. They cry. Their mother has to come to take care, and loll them, and rock them, and put to sleep.

Stupid crybabies.

Photos from Singapore: The Singapore Flyer(Part 2)

More pictures from the Singapore Flyer. The entire experience was surreal, and the scenes were unbelievable. And then, just behind our car was a restaurant car, where a couple were having dinner... So romantic(?) It's almost five times as expensive as eating outside, so if you are the kind of person who can dine there, you would probably want to go someplace fancier, like France or Switzerland. My mother would hit me hard if I ate food on the Rote Ping, though that does make sense: eating roti in rote ping,

This was the beginning. From this, I knew from the very beginning what a rad time was going to have. Notice that the compartment in this picture is a restaurant car. Meals in those cars start at Sing$ 200 and are expensive by Singapore standards, but not so much that they are not worth it. Whatever meals you pre-order, you will be given a complimentary bottle of champagne, so hurray! for that.

I took this picture just as we started going up. It's not very clear in the picture, but the feat achieved here is damn impressive--remember, the entire Flyer rests upon a building, so there's quite a lot of hollow space where the Flyer's footprint falls upon the building. Instead of wasting the space, they have planted a tropical forest--with living tropical trees and some birds and all--right inside the building! I actually choked a little bit when I discovered this.

The next three pictures are what I have been talking about! I had an okay camera, and I got these gorgeous shots. I will say this again-- Singapore is a gorgeous, gorgeous city. Even though it has little history and heritage, it makes up for that in its absolute awesomeness and  cheeriness.

With these pictures, it was with luck more than talent that I got just the right exposure. I have some bad test shots, and they show that were the camera exposure even a bar higher, Singapore would have been a city of bright, blinding spots of lights instead of colourful buildings. Had it been slightly lower, there would be some dim spots in the very dark background.

With the last two pictures specially, I got both the cityscape as well as the clouds. The glass wall on our compartment was a problem though, and specks of dust were posing a rather serious thread to my photographic ambitions. Luckily, the autofocus on the camera apparently 'ignores' the nearby objects if you are interested in those that are faraway.

Photoblog: Why I love Chatpate

A reminder from me to my readers: Chatpate is the only real contribution Nepali society has made to humanity. There's a thelaa selling Rupmum noodles' Chatpate in front of RatnaRajya, which sells these HEAVENLY chau-chauko chatpate... Yummm... So here's my way of thanking people who make these, in addition to actually paying them...Click on the picture to view the full-size version.

Photos from Singapore: Palawan Beach and Sentosa

Here's the set from Palawan Beach, Sentosa Island and Universal Studios, Singapore. These are just the general images--I have already posted the interesting ones in previous posts. The last image is a panorama I created from 3 shots. I have a 360-panorama of the area, but it looks rather complicated and confusing, so instead I put the simpler one.

Singapore apparently does not have any 'natural' beaches, so Palawan beach, like all the other Singaporean beaches, is made from foreign sand. It does not look like that though--50,000 tonnes of sand brought in to fill in the fertile humus to create a beach do their job well. The tiny islands on the right of the picture on the right are all artificial too.

The Sentosa Island has been leased to some resort group(RWS) who are making radical changes to it. Much of the greenery of the island is gone, and has been replaced by huge casinos, hotels and yet-non-functioning Universal Studios. There are not many palm and mangrove trees left, so the ones on the right stand testament to Singapore's natural past, where Lions roamed even until the early sixties.

This human-cable-car was called Omega jump when I did it several years ago, so I am assuming it's still that. This platform connects the main Sentosa Island to one of the smaller islands. One jump was 25 Sin$; if that sounds expensive, consider that the parking fee for a private vehicle in the island is 10 Sin$ (~Rs 600) an hour.

The fun thing about the jump is that even though it looks scary and dangerous, it really is not. You are connected to the rope in two ways: through a handle(not shown in the pictures), and a safety harness. That way, even if you let go your grip, you wont fall down. The extra security is too sissy for some people, so they simply fall down on the harness(as shown in the pictures)

After strolling around the beach, we went to the Tiger Tower(originally Carlsberg Tower; they're sponsored by Beer companies). It is from that vantage point that I took a lot of pictures of the Sentosa Island. The panorama at the end was taken from the top of the Tiger tower.

As I was saying, the Island has changed a lot recently. One of the iconic image of the Island was the building on the right, which housed the trans-Island cable car. The Island was marketed as a natural getaway for Singaporeans tired of the concrete jungle, and the cablecar and opportunity to go all around the Island at once. Since the 'natural' part of the Island is more or less gone, they decided that the cablecar did not make sense any more. now the cablecar station is a curio shop.

Once upon a time, the Merlion in Sentosa was one of the major attractions of Singapore. Everyone who went there would want to take a picture next to the official symbol of the Singaporean republic. As Sentosa was redeveloped, the Merlion began to get sidelined, and now it is only a reminder of what the Island once was. When we did go to the Merlion (after almost forgetting to) we were concerned more about its sorry state than impressed by it.

These Island-wide cars did not exist before the redevelopment. After Resorts Worlds Sentosa (the group behind the redevelopment) changed the 'natural' image of Sentosa to 'yearrh, lets gamble, this is Vegas, baabiee' they needed those cars for the roads.

In the evenings, you would be very lucky to get one of those. The place is terribly crowded, and there are extremely long lines to get on any kind of transportation available. We had to fight really hard to get on the monorail that got us out of Sentosa to the train station, so we could not even dream of getting on one of those in late evenings.

THIS is the dream: at a beachside restaurant with palms and mangroves and banana trees all around, a fountain where little children like to get wet and their mothers come running to scold them after which they try running away, and the entire family has to come to catch the little getaway wimp, and in the end everyone is so tired and hungry they order a huuge meal and have a great time.
I adore this place. Could the ambience get any better? Cool wind blowing, lights bright enough to make everything visible but not so much that they attract insects, and comfortable benches where you can sit for hours doing nothing but staring at the stars and espying on other people...

And the final picture is a panorama of resorts world sentosa. The buildings on the left are the Casino and the 4000-room hotel, the thing on the right is the Universal Studios, which was still  under construction when we were there.

Photos from Singapore- The Singapore Flyer (Part I)

The Singapore Flyer is the world's biggest Ferris wheel--rote ping--larger than the London Eye by quite a bit. The Singaporean governments wants to popularise this and a series of new hotels, and make them the official 'symbol' for Singapore, instead of the current Singapore skyline.

For me, the experience of riding the Flyer the it was surreal.


At first, I expected an amusement park type of Ferris wheel--like the one in Bhrikutimandap. I was not very impressed when I found out that we would take only one round. When I actually got in there, the scenery made me think better, and I stopped caring how many rounds we made.




The photo on the right puts in context how massive the Flyer actually is. Even though the skyscrapers in the background are quite far behind, the wheel is in itself as tall as a 17storeyed(19?) skyscraper. When you are at the topmost car, you forget that you are actually inside one of those machines, and get the feeling that it's actually a skyscraper in itself.

The area is quite far from the bus routes, so you have to walk a lot if you plan to get there from bus. We took taxi, and we got out right at the entrance. Since we reached there late in the afternoon, we strolled around a bit and waited for night.


The Flyer is right in the bank of the Singapore River, which made for a wonderful photography opportunity. We spent almost an hour an a half on the bank, walking, playing with the water, and talking.

It was really wise of us to have gone in the evening. The city absolutely lights up in the evenings. Of course, that is true for almost every modern metropolis today-- from Bombay to Rio-- but this was not the usual bright city. It is a city that thrives on its vibrancy and its colourfulness, so it is even brighter than one would expect.

The fun thing is, the lighting on the buildings there is not only blue-red-white but of every colour imaginable. It's like Singapore celebrates an eternal Tihar of green, yellow, pink, blue, white, reds. 

The cars in themselves are quite big in themselves. Each car carries about 20 passengers.We were somewhat unfortunate to have a large group of really noisy and rowdy teenagers with us. They were relishing the experience as much as we were, and were too stunned too talk for the most part.

It was irritating that they were using flash of their cameras to take the pictures, though. Since the glass walls would reflect most of the light from the flash, they would get a grossly overexposed picture, and instead of switching the flash off, they'd try changing the angle.


Also in our compartment was this guy with really big DSLR, who was trying to take real pictures. He told them to switch their flashes off--he was getting disturbed too, and that mostly took care of them.

The other interesting thing about the flyer was that it changed colours. It meant that even though we were moving very slowly, and the scenery hardly changed for several minutes, you could still get several interesting pictures, thanks to the changing colours. The change was gradual, so there were even greater possible combinations of foreground and background colours.

The only problem I encountered was with exposure. With such beautiful surroundings, I had to increase the exposure to take in as much of the rainbow of nightlights I could. That also meant that I would have a hard time taking good pictures of the road, all it would come to was trails of red and yellow lights.

After some trial and error, I did find an acceptable compromise between exposure and aperture priority...

This whole experience was made even better because we were at a river bank, and all the lights we saw were reflected in the river. You can see that in the last two pictures, where most of the 'Singapore Skyline' is reflected upon the Singapore River.

At one point, we could see the reflection of the Flyer on the river. It was surprising because under normal circumstances, the flyer would not be close enough to the river to have a reflection. It was probably because of the lights

Photoblog: Panorama of Manakamana

I was at Manakamana for the last two days, and all the time I was lurked around everywhere, clicking as fast as the camera would allow to get the perfect panorama... I got this one, of the temple area... Though not perfect, its as good as I could get, within technical limitations... While making adjustments with PS, I made a small(but obvious) error in  there somewhere... I hope it goes unnoticed... Click the picture to see the full-size image... The image is 260 KB, the original was 47 MB, IN JPG, so it was pretty damn big... Obviously, there's been a lot of loss of detail, but I am satisfied-- for now...

Click on the picture...

Photos from Singapore: Singapore Zoo

Singapore zoo is awesome. Some pics.

This one is a White Tiger-- a Seto Bagh. I assumed it was an Albino, but apparently some tigers that are not albinos are also white. This tiger was massive, even by Tiger standards, but that is apparently to be expected for those beasts.
https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/wiki/White_tiger

Bandels. Reminded me of three things. 1) When Lord Bishnu becoms a Badel and saves the Earth from drowning(I thought the li'l guy in the picture looked a lot like the Bishnu shown in the posters)

2) Dharan ko Kalo Bangur(Yom, yum yum) I like it boiled, and then dipped it salt and chilly powder. Even the fat tastes so good.

3) A friend from BNKS who was called Badel. Hello Raj--- if you ever look at this!

Long live Steve Irwin. Irwin was apparently a great friend of Singapore Zoo, and worked frequently with it. I was shocked how popular he still is in Singapore-- a 4-YO boy showed the portrait of Irwin to his mother and said 'Look mum, Steve Irwin! The Crocodile guy!'

The Walrus show. It's balancing the ball on its nose. Cute animals look a lot less cute when you look at them from far away. To me, this Walrus was just another employee of the zoo, like his handlers, rather than a cute and adorable creature. I guess we just didn't connect.

A Chimp looking below. I felt really sorry for the guy--this was probably one of the best places he could be in, and yet his eyes were sad and miserable.

And then there was this family of Chimps who were playing with humans. One of the larger Chimps was literally begging for sunglasses from one of the visitors, and she found it so touching that she almost gave it to him. The handler interrupted, harshly reminded the woman not to give anything to the animals anything and then went on to sold the Chimp. The Chimp gave a sort of whimper, got hold of its baby which was playing with some little kids, and ran away to one of the tree tops. The baby was all 'Mommy, I wanna go play' and the Chimp was all 'Shut it! Didn't you see you mommy getting humiliated?'


Singapore zoo... Sooo Cute! --->>>

Heh. I can guess what the Leopard is thinking-- "When I get outta' here, I wanna have the little girl with lots of herbs, and that fatso with deer."

A family of Lions. I felt sorry for them too... Those majestic creatures, having to constrict themselves in the little area, with so little place to play and jump around. I sort of wished something like Madagascar would happen--except in reality it would end with lots of dead human babies and elderly people.

Minute of the Meeting between Mr Pokharel and Mr Ghimire

Minute of the meeting between Hon. [redacted] Ghimire and Hon. [redacted] Pokharel on June 14, 2010 at BK’s Frituur, Thamel
 
Mr. Ghimire and Mr. Pokharel order a large frituur with special sauce, and two bottles of Fanta[Because they didn't have money at the moment, not because they are sissies, you bozo]. Mr. Ghimire brings lots of napkins with him. Mr. Pokharel gets the straws [because he's never drank Fanta from a straw for the last 10(?) years] and the meeting begins.

Introduction

[Mr. Ghimire takes out a blue pen, and a napkin. He gets ready to jot down the points of the napkin]
 

Okay, so we need to discuss about the TEDx Kathmandu event which we had originally decided to organise on 25th of June. Due to unavoidable circumstances, I think it would be very difficult to organise the event on that day so I propose we postpone that frikkin’ event by 10 or so days.

Mr Pokharel: So, what do we tell the people who we have told that the program’s happening on the 25th?

Mr Ghimire: I have a proposal for that. Since we need a lot of preparations for the event, lets do something called a TEDx Kathmandu pre-event on that day. We will call about 25(that’s the maximum number) people and discuss about the mechanics of the event. We will discuss the speakers, how we will do things, and the rest, so that we do not have any problems about that. In fact, I propose that topic as the agenda of today’s meeting. What do you say, Mr. Pokharel?

Mr. Pokharel: I heart your proposal. It sounds good. However, I am not sure how we plan to move ahead with things. Who will be the people who will attend the pre-event? What will we do there? Where will we do the event?[Mr Pokharel uses his super-hearing to listen to a gosspy conversation between two early teenagers 9 Kilometres away. Despite his ability to see the future, he does not know that he will be meeting them some hours later. One of them has braces] What will be the outcome of the event? What will everyone eat? Oh, and sorry for asking so many questions, so let me entertain you with a joke.

[Mr. Pokharel tells Mr. Ghimire a filthy, filthy joke, and stifled laughter ensues for several minutes.]

Mr Ghimire: Okay, lets get back to the point. I have answers to all (or almost all) the questions. First, the people who have showed interest towards the TEDx Kathmandu program will be the attendees of the program. I am pretty sure we do not need to worry about the attendance, because 25 is the maximum number of expected participants. 10 would be okay for us. In the pre-event, we will discuss and ask for vote the guests for the TEDx event. We will also ask the participants to make it clear how exactly they can help us, and we will delegate responsibilities to them. Also, we will build a checking mechanism to see how the responsibilities are carried out. The outcome of the event will be to make the actual event more smooth.
 
We will first start with two or three TEDx videos, to make the participants more familiar with TEDx, and ask them for suggestions to make the event more suitable in a Nepali context.[End of page 1 in the Napkin]

Then we will have discussions, delegation, and wrap-up. The entire program should last about two hours. About the venue, I have a few places in mind, including the small hall at Russian Cultural Center that charges Rs. [redacted] per session and the hall belonging to the wonderful Today’s Youth Media group. We will contact the parties, and decide, depending on which is easier to book and more comfortable. As for refreshments, I consider the packed Sandwiches a very viable option for feeding the bunch. The sandwiches cost [redacted] per person. They can drink the Appy juice, which can be bought in a deluxe pack for about [redacted] per person. We need a total of Rs. [redacted] for the entire project. [At this point, Mr Ghimire thinks he heard a loud burp, but that could as well be the sound of a moving chair, so Mr Ghimire is insinuating nothing]

Mr. Pokharel: Your Ideas sound good Mr. Ghimire. Lets complete the final proposal by tomorrow, the minute by the day after tomorrow, and then start going for the sponsors. I have a few people and places in mind, but I consider it would be prudent not to mention their names in the minute because they could change, you know? [Mr. Pokharel goes on to name names and incriminate institutions who are financially capable of sponsoring an event of TEDx Kathmandu’s quality.] We could also get a few fellow media partners. [Mr Pokharel heats some of the uncooked potatoes with his heat vision]

Mr Ghimire: Okay, so done is done! It sounds good. So now we prepare a proposal, a fundraiser list, and a minute of this meeting.

Mr. Pokharel: Sounds good. BTW, do you know who else is applying to colleges next year?

 
[Mr Pokharel and Mr Ghimire then engage in an hour-long conversation, which is mostly rambling from both the parties, about colleges applications, and what was wrong in their college applications. Then they complain about the potatoes they were eating, call the cook, who says that it’s the potatoes and not the cooking, and pay the bill. Mr Ghimire wonders what to do next, and before Mr Pokarel offers suggestions, Mr Ghimire suggests they go to BNKS. Mr Pokharel thinks that is a cool idea because there’s a program that Mr. Dhugana and Mr. Thapa are doing along with Mr Williams(the Larger one). It’s agreed and they leave for BNKS on Mr Ghimire’s bike. On the way, they discuss all the horrible terrible accidents that happen to bikers. At the school, Mr Pokharel has a great time with his cousin and li’l bahinis, and presumably Mr Ghimire enjoyed too. However Mr Pokharel and Ghimire cannot attend the actual program because there seems to be serious problems regarding Mr Pokharel’s brother that was not solved even after the involvement of the Vice Principal and most respectable and revered tutor of Physics Mr K Khulal. Afterwards, Mr Pokharel returns home and tries to connect to the Internet to get latest WC2010 updates, but the internet is not working, and Mr Pokharel is very tired so he falls asleep without knowing. Sometime at night he wakes up, shuts down his Computer, turns on the fan, and has a good night’s sleep.]

PS: A copy of this minute can also be viewed at Shirish93.blogspot.com 

 
PPS: Some parts of this minute have been totally made up for comic relief. Mr. Pokharel does not tell filthy joke. It was a lie, okay? Get over it already.

Photos from Singapore: Singapore's Historic Statues

These are the statues that tell the story of Singapore's past, and they are spread over quite a large area in River Quay.

The foreigner in the statues is Raffles dude, who founded modern Singapore after 'discovering' it first.

In the first picture, he is talking to the Chinese businessmen, and making deals with them. The Chinese were the first migrants into Singapore after the Brits made it their colonial outpost. Some small tribes of Chinese fishermen were already there along with the indigenous Malay fishermen before they were colonised, but almost all the later Chinese were migrants. At the museum, I read several stories about poor Chinese prostitutes for whom Singapore was the 'dreamland' where they would go expecting to get filthy-rich, but be very disappointed, their dreams shattered by exploitations, yet write touching letters to their families back in China, saying that they were having the best time of their lives.

This bull-cart on the right is owned by a Malay businessman. They were apparently a very common sight even until the 40's and 50's.

Again, a Malay bull-car unloading goods. Since Singapore is an Island, everything there had to come from Malaysia through ships(it was only in the mid-20th century that a bridge was constructed in the Singapore strait). These cars were the backbone of the local transportation industry, transporting goods from the port to the local bazars. Goods for the locals came from Malaysia, the white Sahibs imported everything from Britain, Australia, or Hong Kong.

It would be difficult for anyone from a developing country to believe all the changes Singapore has been through in the last 50-60 years. It was not very long time ago that local boys stripped naked and jumped into the Singapore River, much like as they do here in Bagmati or Manohara or pretty much any other river. The very idea that somebody might do that in the Singapore river sounds hilarious. There are posh restaurants and shopping centers on both the banks today. Small steamers carrying tourists pass every minute, and it's more of a pretty little rivulet, in a very prim and proper colonial kind of way, instead of a roaring river it once was.

This statue(series of statues?) celebrates that aspect of Singapore's recent past. It is ironic because it stands right outside The Fullerton, one of the dastardly expensive colonial-heritage restaurants. It is saying something like 'Look, over here, we have the symbol of our prosperity, and how we turned our colonial past to make profits for us, and right next to it some savage boys stripping naked to swim in the river. Ha haha, hohoho, funny, No?'

Again, a British sahib (most likely Raffles) dealing with a Chinese businessman. Notice that while the businessman is Chinese, the worker is of Malay origin. Like everywhere else, after being colonised, the Malays got to the lowermost social strata. The most respected were obviously the British, then the Chinese, the Indians(sp. from South India) with or below them, and the Malays at the bottommost rung.

A moneylender dealing with a British Woman. Notice that this scene is most likely from after the mid-twentieth century. The very fact that traditional moneylenders were extremely common even upto the sixties and seventies says a lot about the leaps the country has made.

Photos from Singapore: Vivo City Mall

These are the images from Vivo City Mall, the largest single mall in Singapore. You will find that all the malls are connected at the Orchard strip, making it a kind of Giga mall, but for an independent mall, Vivo is the largest. It was also one of my favourite.

I like to call this 'The Strip of Death'. At first, I thought this was some kind of slide to from to the ground floor, before I realised that if someone did slide down it the only place they would reach would be the hospital(either the emergency room or the mortuary, but a hospital nonetheless). I like how quirky and interesting it is and is there for absolutely no functional purpose.

The 'Super-flower' just outside Vivo. I understand this is an artwork, but look just how friggin big and awesome that flower is... You know what would have been even cooler? Rent out bee costumes and let people go in there. Those suckers can then pretend to love sucking the nectar and make honey while Vivo would be all Ka-Ching$$$... I would become a bee, for one.

Vivo is right beside River Quay. You can see all the passenger ships coming into Singapore and going out from there. It also faces Sentosa Island-- the buildings in the background are parts of Universal Studios, Singapore in Sentosa island.

The last two pictures are from Vivo's roof and they show how friggin' huge it is. The roof has one huge amphitheatre, two large swimming pools, one gigantic pond for children, one toy jungle, and a small actual rainforest with trees and all. You don't get the idea of the size until you are actually there, and when you are there, you have a hard time believing that you are actually on a roof of a building.

The Amphitheatre on Vivo's roof. The Amphitheatre in itself is larger than any cinema hall Kathmandu has, and it's only a tiny-tiny part of the absolutely monstrous roof.

My Two Cents-Politics

I submitted this to Vent's My Two Cents. I suspect its not as great as the other works, but still...

I took this series of picture in Godavari. I saw these two kids fighting over the Ball, and I thought it was intriguing so I clicked on. Put as a strip, I see this as a reflection of Nepal's political scenario. The kis with the white shirt had the ball on, and the kid in red(and black) could not get the ball no matter how hard he was trying. So he threw tantrums, and cried till everyone got him the ball. The other kid did not really want to give the ball so he fought until he lost the ball. IN all the confusion, the Kid in Red ran away with the ball, and kept it with him for a *really* long time...

Return of the Cooking (part 1)

I don't have the memory card with me right now, so you cannot see the picture of the fabulous scrambled eggs I cooked today. I hope to upload it sometime soon

Lately, my interest in cooking has been reignited, because I am stuck here for at least another year. The last bout of my interest in cooking lasted for about a year and a half and it was not very pretty. Between Class 10 beginning and A1 midyear, I experimented with food whenever I was home. I would take the leftovers from the fridge, mix 'em together with lots of ghiu, tomatoes, sauce, hariyo khursani, lots of pepper and chilly powder and hell-lot of salt. The end result would ALWAYS taste like very salty something with sauce and chilly. The taste didn't change even when I added bananas, or whether I started with noodles, or with rice. Since I learned so little, and the food I 'invented' was never really edible(even though I always finished 'em, always to have a terrible heartburn) I completely gave up cooking and left the fine art of culinary preparation to the people who knew who they were doing.

This time, my interest was reignited after I spent a LOT of my internet bandwidth illegally downloading recipe books just for fun. Since I had already downloaded, I decided to look and try a few of the dishes, and the easiest item for starters was scrambled eggs. After a few tries, I finally mastered the art of cooking great scrambled eggs.

I know, since I have already said so much, I should probably give you the exact recipe too, but I am kinda' busy right now, so later. I 'll put in the exact recipe in a separate post. For now, happy cookin'!

The pregnancy proposition

I was reading this post from Jezebel about some pregnant women not getting seats in buses and trains, and some fat obese women being confused for pregnant women and being offered sit when I realised that I had an almost-preggo picture of myself. I thought this was the best place to tout my pregnant-woman look, so here it is.

The picture was taken in Singapore's New York! New York!. That day, we had just been to Singapore flier and were hungry, so had quite a meal at the place. Even after I was full, I was trying to stuff more food into myself. Then I realised my tummy must be really big, and it was probably the best time to get my pregnant look, if there ever was one. So dijju  took this picture of me. My face is hidden because I do not want the peoples of the Interwebs to see the pregnancy glow on my face(im suppressing 'TEHEHEE')  .

The photo's not very good though. It was on manual setting, and when dizzu took it, it was on shutter control so I probably messed up there. Still, I think this is a pretty darn good photo of me, though surprisingly(or not) no one I have shown this to agrees.

About the article, I have not seen too many pregnant women in Kathmandu's public vehicles. But then, I am not sure if I have even the basic skills to recognise pregnant women. I have however, left my seat for several elderly people, women, women with children, and girls I like to be thanked by. In the Tempos and microbuses, people are rather kind and considerate, though less so in buses.

Starting mobile blogging again [Edited]

Okay, so I have finally gotten GPRS on the new SIM so now I can blog from my mobile. Its probably wont make a big difference, but its a change from what have right now. I just may wear out the keys of my phone, though.

Oh, and opera 5 mini is out of beta and this stuff is great! I am posting this from there.

Oh and we're getting sth new. Very exciting!

Dirty pictures from the Patan museum

I know most of you come here in hope of reading(or seeing) something so filthy, you'd have to wash your eyes with Harpic to see anything else properly after that.

I have smut, ladies and gents, the kind that will not be banned by Blogger and get my account deleted, but still be good, if you know what I mean.
If case you find this stuff lame, remember that a few centuries ago, this kind of stuff would probably have been hawwt hawwt, and probably only the Kings could see them without feeling guilty. So here they are.

The one on the right is some sort of family gathering of Gods, which gets very awwkward after the King God starts getting frisky with his wife after having one too many bottle of Somaras. So here the niece and nephews are asking their parents: "Mommy, what is Uncle doing?" to which the uncomfortable parents reply "Uh oh, nothing honey. Lets get going, we don't want to miss the live telecast of Dancing with the Kinnaras." "But, but, we have not even eaten anything." " Don't worry, we'll pick something on our way back home." "Yayy! And lets get lots of Ice-Cream, 'kay?"

This one on the right is not as inconsiderate as the last one, but very different nonetheless. As you might have noticed, this is a one-night-stand between ancient Hindu Gods. The dude on the left(our left, not theirs) is the Guru who is asking for favours from his Shishya. OR, it could be his cousin or a friend after both of them got REAL high after smoking and drinking and imbibing whatever they could imagine into existence and they have no idea what they are doing. She might possibly get pregnant the next morning, give a birth to a demigod son she does not want, so she deserts him, and thus starts the tale of Mahabharata. Stupid gods. If they had ever bothered to go to school, they might at least have learned something in health science classes

This one is a Shiva lingam, basically a symbolic representation of Lord Shiva and whoever the heck he was hanging around with at thee time having a sexual intercourse. Event though we do not understand it today, at some point in history, this must have got a lot of giggles and snickers from teenagers, specially since everyone worshiped it at the time. To put it into perspective, imagine the dirtiest thing happening between two people, and everyone worshiping a photograph of it every day. Heh!

The thing on the right is another Lingam,although a much smaller one. Since I am now mature(as pointed out in the previous posts) I am NOT making juvenile jokes comparing the---Bah, Whatever!!

 The one on the right is actually Lord Vishnu riding his vehicle Garud, but man, it's Lord Bishnu riding Garud. I got this one because this shows how gay our Hindu gods were. So peeps, if gay gods are okay, so are gay people, okaay? The interesting thing is, in the olden days, they apparently were in this position all the time and nobody even gave a second thought to it. Which is pretty scary. Being a gay=OKAY. Doing this in front of everyone all the time=NOT OKAY. I really hope I am not giving any ideas here.

The couple on the right are probably just married, so you can understand why they're so..intimate... Also, they were probably very obnoxious, oblivious to the fact that there were other people around, so when there was a reunion or a get-together, they started getting in similar position to which someone would say "Duude, stop it, man. You're embarrassing us. Look, if you don't stop, I'll stop raining in the Earth, I'm telling ya.." They would not stop, and there would be droughts where thousands would die. That is probably why the dinosaurs became extinct too. Stupid horny gods.

In case you still feel bad for them, remember how all the mammoths and sabre tooth tigers got wiped out: during the ice age, one of the gods dealing with weather god soo--ermm hot that everything melted, and all the living beings dependent on ice got wiped out.

Heh, in case you thing this picture is just too hardcore, don't, for the girl on the picture is not a goddess but a doll. Yeh, that's right: no one really wanted to go out with the old sod, so he got a make-believe goddess for himself. However he was so enchanted by her--beauty(and other things)-- that he decided he had to have her so he turned her into a real woman. However, that was the limit of his power, immediately after she got conscious, she left the skank as soon as she could and came here on Earth to meet Real Men. She found some, but they fought amongst themselves, and thus began the legendary Trojan War.

 This is scary. Someone at Jezebel(and then at The Office, and Scrubs) said about sex: If it's not painful, you're probably not doing it right. If that were to be extrapolated, these guys must be doing it the most correct way ever, but who am i to judge.

Women like 'bad boys' and even the ancient hindu gods were very aware of the fact. So this dude here did some sort of hokery-pokery and became the most badass dude in the history of badassery. With so many heads and hands and tools on him, she's probably not getting away anytime soon.

Oh, in case you're wondering what happens to the 'nice guys', look at the bottom right of the image. That is what happens. He was probably her wimpy boyfriend till she met the badass guy, and now he's getting his arse kicked(literally). 'Bad boys', pay heed: this is how you do it correctly.

 This is the loser dude from one of the previous pictures immediately before the woman got conscious. A few moments after this statue was made, she forced herself away from him, spit on his face said "You perv! What were you thinking? Try getting near me from now on, and you will wish the creator had never created the frikkin universe you live in. I am leaving, and dontcha daare follow me. Now, GET LOST!" It was very awkward because it was his house and his creation and stuff so it was confusing so he just kept staring at a corner in the kitchen as she left for Earth to have fun time with mortal men.

 This is not a dirty picture. It is here because it reminded me of Arthur C Clarke's Rama series, and specially Rendezvous with Rama. This suit would probably belong more to the Ramans than any human being or God, because, last words of the book The Ramans did everything in threes. It would be  perfect prop for the movies or some adaptation.

















This, finally, is the description of the Raman armour. My theory is that we Nepalis are descendants of Ramans.